This is a really sweet set! I like the grainy effect you added and the lighting. And what a nice outfit, makes me want to go thrifting.

Yes, you do look deep in thought and contemplation. There are so many stories that could go with this. Something from Ibsen or perhaps some teen angst or on a lighter note, what your next blog or outfit will be?

I'm not sure about a story really but the last photo made me think about someone visiting a family member who is on their deathbed...sounds so gloomy and I'm not really sure why that came to mind considering the cheery yellow sweater and soft colors.

Personally, the slightly vintage aesthetic of these photographs, and the print of your top make me think of Sofia Coppola's "The Virgin Suicides." There's a very dreamy, ethereal like quality to both your outfit, and the lighting in these pictures. Love. :)

maybe you put these ones together after watching The Virgin Suicides for the 10th time? that would explain the hazy and aloof atmosphere, but on the clothes.. maybe you should do something crazy and spontaneous and uncommon, though I have no idea what something like that would be to you I'm sure it could help, it has helped me before

I think its lovely. The story is: you like a boy and youre waiting for him to come so you can hang out in a field where you'll pick daiseys and he'll throw grass at you. He texts you to tell you he has to go to his grandma's house. You are distraught.

I like the first one the mostest. Um, you look like a writer sitting at your typewriter by the window - trying to summon up some inspiration. Yes, yes, a young poet of considerable genius - a young Sylvia Plath perhaps? Haha, I know that you're not such a fan of writing poetry, so perhaps it's that play of your's that you're working on? I hope so!!! ;-))

Oh, I forgot about your style rut :-( Well, I'm not sure what the weather is like there at the moment, but perhaps you could play on something seasonal? Really ramp it up - exaggerate the looks normally associated with such a season :-) Hope this is of some help...

Hi, I recently discovered your blog (and rediscovered fashion and art in general) and I LOVE it. I have no idea what I like in terms of style and visual art but I definitely like your emphasis on fantasy/storytelling/1960s pop culture.

As to the story. You're Irish. And you've just arrived in a small Midwestern town to stay with your very Catholic aunt and uncle. You're joining them on the pretense of looking at American colleges—but you're actually there because you want to get away from your cheating drug fiend ex-girlfriend and your fighting parents. You uncover a deep dark family secret concerning a half-cousin who is either disowned or dead. That's what you're doing in the first picture. But I don't know what happens after that.

THE SAILOR'S WIFE- SEE! There are tears upon her face- Tears newly shed, and scarcely dried: Close, in an agonized embrace, She clasps the infant at her side.- Peace dwells in those soft-lidded eyes, Those parted lips that faintly smile- Peace, the foretaste of Paradise, In heart too young for care or guile.- No peace that mother's features wear; But quivering lip, and knotted brow, And broken mutterings, all declare The fearful dream that haunts her now,- The storm-wind, rushing through the sky, Wails from the depths of cloudy space; Shrill, piercing as the seaman's cry When death and he are face to face.- Familiar tones are in the gale:

They ring upon her startled ear: And quick and low she pants the tale That tells of agony and fear:- "Still that phantom-ship is nigh- With a vexed and life-like motion, All beneath an angry sky, Rocking on an angry ocean.- "Round the straining mast and shrouds Throng the spirits of the storm: Darkly seen through driving clouds, Bends each gaunt and ghastly form.- "See! The good ship yields at last! Dumbly yields, and fights no more; Driving, in the frantic blast, Headlong on the fatal shore.- "Hark! I hear her battered side,

With a low and sullen shock, Dashed, amid the foaming tide, Full upon a sunken rock.- "His face shines out against the sky, Like a ghost, so cold and white; With a dead despairing eye Gazing through the gathered night.- "Is he watching, through the dark, Where a mocking ghostly hand Points a faint and feeble spark Glimmering from the distant land?- "Sees he, in this hour of dread, Hearth and home and wife and child? Loved ones who, in summers fled, Clung to him and wept and smiled?- "Reeling sinks the fated bark

To her tomb beneath the wave: Must he perish in the dark- Not a hand stretched out to save?- "See the spirits, how they crowd! Watching death with eyes that burn! Waves rush in-" she shrieks aloud, Ere her waking sense return.- The storm is gone: the skies are clear: Hush'd is that bitter cry of pain: The only sound, that meets her ear, The heaving of the sullen main.- Though heaviness endure the night, Yet joy shall come with break of day: She shudders with a strange delight- The fearful dream is pass'd away.- She wakes: the gray dawn streaks the dark:

With early song the copses ring: Far off she hears the watch-dog bark A joyful bark of welcoming!

Gosh, Tavi. How old are you again? 13? How did you get so darn stylish and artsy? I started reading Vogue when I was 8 years old and sketching then too, but I only had a brief few years in high school where I was stylish and I mostly wore vintage clothes. I am so impressed, and I am sorry that people have turned your blog into their way to advertise themselves. I don't mean that I'm sorry to see it, I mean I'm sorry that you started this blog for you and because of how popular you got it turned into something you maybe didn't want (just judging that from you have said about it). I understand it must be so amazing to be getting all the press and get to go to shows and have free Prada sent to you, but I get what you meant in a couple posts back, sometimes it's harder to let yourself be yourself when others want you to be someone else. Your story is so fun and I am excited for your future. Even if we don't get to see how your future pans out, I think you have an amazing life ahead of you! : ) Sorry, I have a baby who likes to keep me from sleeping more than two hours at a time and sometimes I'm not very articulate! I hope you get what I mean, if you read this!

They all seem very Cindy Sherman circa late 70s. Excellent.But the last image feels less connected to the first two. I know they are all the same day same outfit, but the lighting is so drastically different that it evokes a completely different story. Anyway, they are lovely!

Love your skirt and the shirt!for some reason, when i first looked at the photo, it reminds of someone who is like sick in bed and you come to visit them....those could be some ideas for your story writing! ;D

You look so much like Michelle Williams in these pictures; just lovely. I may not be as stylish as you, but I do appreciate fashion, creativity and individuality. Sometimes, when I'm sad, I come to your blog and it always makes me feel better. God bless you. I wish you great joy.

A pensive mother, awaits here son/daughter's arrival home, hoping, praying for their safe arrival. I don't quite know if that's what you were looking for, but the long (?) skirt, and the textile's pattern remind me of the woman during Vietnam.

It reminds me some how of Audrey Hepburn in The Nun. Really like it though. Or perhaps a religious girl who became pregnant and is now attempting to pray her way out of it. All good stories. I love the lighting. Get out of your style rut, girl!

Great series of pictures! I just look at them and think of Girl Interrupted or perhaps someone's great aunt waiting for everyone to visit her at the new nursing home never realizing that she gave her family the wrong address.I have a lot of time on my hands for I too am in a style (and everything else) rut.

How long have you been in a style rut? Whenever I'm in one I dress intentionally ugly, not even ugly in an haute way but way over-the-top&what-the-hell-was-i-thinking-ugly. You should try it! It's fun.

Love it! It looks like it could be the cover photo for Henry James' Portrait of a Lady - or is that just me? It kind of fits with the mood and the theme of the novel - I'm very envious of your mad photography skills, though :)

Beautiful pictures, especially the trashy 'filter'. To me this is a story about a good girl, that has done something bad and has been sent away to place where nothing bad could be done. I see both regret and indifference/apathy and really like the ambiguous atmosphere.

wow there's already a million comments… but I just wanted to say that the way you're sitting next to a bed like that makes me think that the person in the bed just died. Also something about it reminds me of Lars and the Real Girl.

Yay! I like the yellow sweater and the "soft" quality of photos. For the story, maybe something about a grandma who's house gets snowed in and she's thinking, and then outside she sees a lot of weird stuff like flying cows and huge balloons outside, and then after reading an editorial realizes she fell asleep? I don't know. Your pictures make me feel like eating banana flavored food now.

The second one makes me think of the tied-sweater style of Fay in What About Bob, except not quite as cheery as she was. Pale colors and black lace=not a happy 90s mom.

The third photo makes me think of oatmeal people. Angela from the Office (except a very sad Angela, not an annoyed/mean Angela) and Harold Crick from Stranger Than Fiction. Oatmeal people who sit at home in their oatmeal colored rooms with oatmeal blankets and do things like ?pray? http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20080226/293.kinsey.wilson.office.022608.jpghttp://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01174/arts-graphics-2006_1174704a.jpg

No joke, I wish I looked like this when I was 13 years old. I'm sure you probably get that a lot, but honestly, your style inspires me and I am 17. Usually I associate middle school with abercrombie, but you give me hope that girls can look stylish and unique when everyone wants to fit in and wear the same thing.

I just want to let you know, that because of you I got a blogger and started to write as much as I possibly could about my daily life. I'm an aspiring designer, so clothes are my life. Seeing your blogger has inspired me in so many ways. You have no idea how much I adore you, and hope that one dai I could actually meet you.

wowI agree with Erin from Style SavvyI liked your hair when it was blonde and not greyyou look much younger when your hair was blondeBut i love your blog, so it doesn't matter what your hair color is......bri-thestylesavant.blogspot.comThanks!

Im with Tavi on the hair thing. Why not color your hair grey, coz you want to, when you can. I mean, imagine if suddenly you have the itch to go electric blue but you're the head of some department in a bank or something. Definitely not happening there.

Do it while you can and have pics to look back and smile at. I wish I did.

I've got something. I was trying to explain Rodarte to my Mom, and I told her it's what a zombie ballerina would look like... INSPIRATION OVERLOAD!! Yes. Now I want to look like a zombie ballerina everyday. Also watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer helped me.

Love the way in which the first and second picture seem to fit to each other (apart from your arms), like you took a picture of your head and shoulders and then moved the camera down to take a picture of your torso while you were in the same pose. Although your shoulder are twisted.I just like accidence.(Sorry for my crappy English)

I really like the overexposure and grain you're using in some of your photos. It seeps into my brain without me noticing and makes me thing things are dreamier than they really are. Which is pretty damn dreamy.

Those pictures look like shots from a film. I love how the jumper is over your shoulders, kind of like a posh harvard child? For some reason, i straight away though of war. You were waiting for someone to come back from war. I suppose it doesnt make sense.

Hey Tavi i'm Josephine. Those pictures are quite funny you know! i love woody allen a lot and there, you remind me the atmosphere in a woody allen movie and it's also weird because you have a certain ressemblances with scarlett johansson... !!!! im sorry if my english is not correct ( i'm french ) and i m glad of what's happening to you in the fashion world!! ^^